Shadewood I'm writing from the future and you're doing ok

Rosalyn looked off, silent as Aningan answered.  It wasn't what she expected him to say.  From all that she'd experienced, the forest bred wolves who were soft... both in words and manners.  With few exceptions, Niamh standing out.  Aningan drew sharp contrast with the pirates of her younger years, and even those she'd met since.

I don't know, she replied finally.  I don't think I mind.  She felt that same touch of melancholy she had when Erzulie had spoken of it, though she hadn't voiced it then.  When had she lost her mooring?

What draws you to it?  Caiaphas had first brought him, she thought, had she not?  He hailed from elsewhere.